Insurgent (Divergent, #2)

by Veronica Roth

“Sleep,” he says. “I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.” “With what?” “My bare hands, obviously.”

What a man

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

“Got that gun?” Peter says to Tobias. “No,” says Tobias, “I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left it upstairs.”

“I’ll be your family now,” he says. “I love you,” I say.

I’m not crying….

“Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.”